Chapter 1206 Horizontal Line Barrier
In that moment, more and more martial sects joined the encirclement and suppression force.
The scene was filled with a sea of people, darkening the entire arena.
Dustin had become a pariah of martial arts, a traitor hunted by all.
Ronald had led the martial arts alliance for many years, garnering immense respect and a multitude of followers. His murder had naturally sparked widespread anger.
The most significant reason for this outrage, however, was the Martial Law Bureau’s order, designating Dustin as a wanted individual. Both publicly and privately, it was their duty to apprehend Dustin.
This was the prevailing trend.
“Dustin! You are without restraint and have committed a grave offense. You will be arrested immediately and face trial at the Martial Law Bureau! Otherwise, you will be executed on the spot!” Derek shouted in anger.
To dare commit murder in front of him was a blatant insult.
“This is a personal vendetta between Ronald and me. It’s best if you don’t interfere in other people’s affairs, or else don’t blame me for being merciless with my sword.”
Dustin stood proudly on the ring, slowly raising the Sky Sword, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings without fear.
With his own power, he was openly challenging the entire martial arts world of Balermo.
“Hmph! Do not celebrate too early!”
“All warriors, obey the command. Those who kill this criminal will be handsomely rewarded by the Martial Law Bureau!”
Derek had enough of the chit-chat and issued a kill order directly.
“Kill!!”
A deafening battle cry erupted, and spurred by the generous reward, thousands of warriors surged forward like a swarm of bees.
Their numbers were vast and formidable.
“Whoosh!”
At that moment, a black sword light suddenly slashed horizontally, resembling a massive scythe, striking heavily at the edge of the ring.
“Boom!”
A resounding crash echoed through the arena.
A long and deep sword mark was carved directly into the solid ground. The mark was about half a meter deep and over twenty meters long. It lay in front of everyone, forming a horizontal line barrier, an insurmountable chasm.
“Anyone who crosses this line will be killed!” Dustin declared coldly.
The initial sword strike served as a warning. Dustin made it clear that he would show no mercy to anyone foolish enough to charge forward recklessly.
“Huh?”
Seeing the terrifying sword mark before them, the warriors were immediately stunned.
In their initial fervor, they had rushed forward heedlessly, but now they hesitated and dared not advance any further.
Their blood had been boiling, and they had acted on impulse without thinking, but now, with a moment’s clarity, they realized the gravity of the situation.
Dustin, the figure before them, was someone who had defeated the leader of the martial arts alliance. Charging headlong at him was akin to seeking death.
“Why are you all just standing there? Attack together! Kill him!” Derek shouted from behind.
Facing Dustin individually, none of those present could match his might. However, they could employ a tactic of overwhelming numbers to wear him down. After all, as the saying goes, “Many ants can kill an elephant.” If they could deplete Dustin’s internal energy, victory would be theirs.
“Shinefield Sect, you’re formidable, so you go first.”
“Skycrane men, you’re known for your bravery, and your members are strong. Each one is worth a hundred.”
“Oh, by the way, aren’t you monks from the Temple of Boundless Compassion practitioners of the Golden Bell Shield technique? Why don’t you lead the way?”
“Pal, monks don’t kill.”
And so on…
Dustin’s sword strike had instilled hesitation, fear, and even a sense of humility in the warriors of various sects. None of them dared to step forward.
